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She closed her eyes. “Powers that Be, I need you to tell what to do here. You sent me back from death for a reason, what is that reason? Is it to fight this war? To die in this war? Goodness died last time to destroy Darkness and look, Darkness has returned. Why go through all this when Darkness just comes back?” She sighed. She did not expect an answer. “I do not want to have to think about this!” She suddenly yelled out loud. “Help me! Help me please! This world is chaos! Darkness hounds my every move! She is even in my blood!”

Katy sat with Riley; they were sitting on the plane. The first maze wasn’t so bad a few choices made, a bit of power out of control. She feared perhaps their birth mother was right and she was going dark.

Riley could practically hear her thoughts. “Nobody is pure light or dark until they make themselves that. Those who are dark gave up. They were told they were dark or cursed or they had no choice. They didn’t fight. They didn’t try. And that is what made them dark. They gave up. They invited darkness into their soul. There isn’t just light and dark. You can’t have one without the other. And no being is perfect. They just try to be a bit better than they were the day before and they hope for the best. They fight to be light. They fight to be good. And those people where are they? Those who fight? They are light.”

I used to have a voice
I used to have a say
I used to have a life
I sold it for fame
I sold it for money
I sold it for material
I now only speak circles
I now only blend in
I now only am artificial
I used to have a voice
I used to have a say
I used to have a life

As I work to get Elemental Mazes ready for publishing in December, I have chosen my NaNoWriMo Project. The Midnight Phoenix!

From Earth to Hell and back again… He shall gain his redemption.
‘I always thought I was the hero. I tried to do good. I really did. I even deceived myself that I was. Bu at some point I started to make questionable choices. Making choices that I thought were for the greater good. I can see, now in my death, that I wasn’t the hero. I was the villain. But in life… In life I thought I was invincible. After all nobody is born the Villain. And in death I shall gain my chance at redemption as I fight an evil I could never imagine…’